Tom: A
A
My right hand to God
C#m
Left hand holding the jewels
F#m
And I'm swearing up and down
D
The tide stole my youth
A
These creases in my brow ain't tan lines
C#m
Saltwater swole my eyes (Beachlife)
F#m
The sun's burning black and blue (On my green eyes)
D
Too cold this side of June
A
It ain't natural, right hand in yours
C#m
Left hand holding the juice
F#m
When that jungle flower blooms
D
Better leave it in the ground, don't try to cut it out
A
These creases in my brow ain't tan lines
C#m
Saltwater swole my eyes (Beachlife)
F#m
The sun's burning black and blue (On your green eyes)
D
Too cold this side of June
A
It ain't natural, I'll rebel, I'll rebel
C#m
But it ain't natural, I take care, I take care
F#m
It's just not growing well, I'm no match for you
D
It's not hard to tell, This isn't going well
A
But we're under the palm trees, thinking heaven must be
C#m
Somewhere under these palm trees, with all the hell we're raising
F#m
At least we had the palm trees, to shade us from the ray beams
D
But not even the palm trees, could save us from the flames
A
Summer remains
